and so she changed a few times since then Painting

“I’m afraid I can't explain myself, sir. Because I am not myself, you see?” “Was I the same when I got up this morning?” Is this a dream or is this a memory? The initial wish to forget eventually becomes a wish to remember. I need to recapture my own past in order to acquire a solid sense of self. In order to interpret the present, everyone needs the background story. But it so happens, that I keep losing pieces and the story doesn’t make sense. When painting I am free to reinvent my story. Art gives me the chance to explore, understand and reclaim my reality. Digging through the chaotic subconscious, images begin to emerge and take form and pieces finally start to come together. The story now can keep on going and that’s enough to keep me coming back to the studio day after day.